#it’s very scared and sad wet cat of me I know

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

How about a request for Ena? The reader is a cat-terpillar, which is to say, they're a big long fluffy entity, with a lot of limbs, essentially a caterpillar cat. They're big and soft and sweet, and very chill, meandering through life at a nice slow tempo. The personality of a nice warm mug of chamomile tea, or hot cocoa with mini marshmallows.

It would be nice to have a fic with them comforting Webseries!Ena after a rough day. Whatever format works best for you!

"Nyah...what a lovely day this is." With a small hum, you rested your chin on top of your two uppermost paws, curling up underneath the warm sun.

The weather was particularly nice today, with not a single rain rock floating in the sky, nor was there a storm cloud hanging around to dampen the atmosphere. But even if it did rain and thunder, it still wouldn't bother you in the slightest, as it's simply part of life.

Having wet fur and general feelings of discomfort weren't ideal, although you didn't worry, knowing that the sun will eventually shine down on you with its warmth once again. So what would be the use in stressing about things outside your control?

Unfortunately, the blue and yellow polygonal lady who was tracing shapes in the dirt beside you begged to differ, as she kept looking up at the clouds every now and then. It's like she was afraid it'll suddenly crack into pieces and fall onto her head.

"You think so? I disagwee." Her blue half mumbled, attracting your attention as you saw her bringing her knees to her chest. "My day's been awful from stawrt to finish..."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Ena." You look down at her.

Even though you had only met her a little while ago, she's comfortable enough to stay in your presence and even keep you company, which was always nice. Being a large cat-terpillar, many people were often scared of you until they discovered your personality greatly contrasts all appearances. You're sweet, kind, and mellow towards everyone you meet.

Ena was no different despite knowing about her species and the reputation they hold. She seemed lost, and so you invited her to sit and relax with you. Just to help her calm down before she got panic-striken.

Yet despite your best efforts, she still looked deeply saddened by something else. So much so that even her cheerful yellow half was frowning as she gazed up at you. "Tell me, kind stranger..perhaps you have a remedy for this predicament I'm in?" She leaned against your body, knowing you didn't mind your personal space being invaded.

Her way of speaking was most unique. A bit complex, but you understood that what she wanted was simple. "Meow..of course. Did you wanna talk, or-?"

"I don't know what I want anymowre!!" She instantly flipped into her sadder state, putting her head in her hands. "I just....feel like disappearwing!! Don't waste your bweath on someone as worthless as me! I'm mowre useful as a scwatching post! So go ahead and tear me apawrt!! Come on!! DO IT!!!"

You didn't do anything, instead letting a few moments pass before speaking. "Maybe...you'd like a hug instead?"

"....actually...yes." She sniffled, quieting down a little. "That sounds like a better idea...."

But when she tried to fully embrace you, she hit a roadblock: she had no idea where to put her arms.

No matter how far away they moved from her body, nowhere felt quite right. And while you were able to wrap a few pairs of your own arms around her torso, she couldn't do the same and felt the crushing weight of despair and stupidity washing over her.

Then the static waterworks began.

"Ohh, what's wrong with me??! I can't even hug you wright!! I really am useless!!" Burying her face into your neck, she just hiccupped and sobbed, her fingers clutching at your fur like a lifeline.

Normally, she'd be glitching and spinning out of control. But somehow you managed to help her physical form remain stable. A simple hug is all it took, and it's all that she needed in order to finally let that sadness out. So you just hushed her softly, not alarmed by her sudden and violent mood shifts in the slightest.

It's something she couldn't control, just like how you couldn't control your size or "scary" feline features. Why should you judge her for that when she never judged you?

"You aren't useless, my dear. There's no "right" way to hug someone. You have the intention, and that's enough. I don't get many of these, so....I appreciate this." A purr rumbled in your throat.

"Huh? Y-You...You bawely get hugs??!" Ena looked up at you, her white half displaying an utterly distraught expression. "But you're...you're so nice! What's wrong with other people??? Do they think you're too big to love or something?!!!! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS??!!" Her more masculine voice screamed in outrage.

"That's a first..maybe I am "too big to love". But it's alright. I'm not worried about those other people. Just you right neow." You held her closely again, letting her cry some more. "Thank you for being so caring and considerate, Ena. You're a wonderful friend."

"Friend...? But...we've only met five minutes ago..."

"Have we really? Because it seems like we've known each other for longer." Patting her head, you smiled as her colors turned back to their normal tones. But you weren't going to let her go unless she did so first....and the poor girl was still clinging to you like you're the world's softest pillow.

Whatever she must've went through before meeting you had to have been terrible, but she did blubber something about a rude entity and tripping over a pebble.

You didn't interrupt once, allowing her to talk.

At that point, she suddenly remembered that she was on her way to an auction when she got lost and winded up on a serious of unfortunate misadventures leading to your location.

But maybe she was destined to find you and get these sad feelings off her chest.

Even so, you didn't like seeing her so troubled over missing the event. And that's when you came up with an idea after she dried her tears. "I think I know where that is. I was gonna go..but changed my mind. I don't like crowds too much. But now I have a reason to change it again."

"Wha...What do you mean?"

"I can provide you with transportation there so you don't lose your way again. Don't worry. For friends, it's free of charge." You wink, seeing her cheering up right away. "Only thing is that...we might get there a little late. I never like rushing to things."

"Oh I'm not worried about that! Auction Day is an all-day event!! How could I refuse such a generous service?" Her yellow side laughed, immediately climbing onto your back. But as soon as she got settled, she suddenly looked apprehensive, tilting her head. "Is this alright? I'm not too heavy?"

"Nope. You're as light as a polygonal feather." You chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there, Ena."

"This is much appreciated, friend. But erm...you mind going slow? I tend to get motion sickness."

"That's fine by me. Now let's be on our way."

[fruitiesss]

bob reynolds !! sfw alphabet

let me know if ur interested in an nsfw alphabet! enjoy <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

bob comes across as very shy and closed off with newer people, but with his friends he's very touchy and sweet. he wants the people he cares about to understand how much he cares about them with hugs and gifts and acts of service. he needs the reassurance so he assumes everybody else does.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

kind of like how the thunderbolts took one look at this sad wet cat and decided 'that's mine now', he kind of has that affect on everybody. he trusts you a lot.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he would cuddle with an s/o or a best friend. bob loves the contact, it grounds him and makes him feel human so best believe he's all about cuddles when he's comfortable enough with you. He likes to spoon the most, he doesn't mind being the big spoon but he prefers little.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

as i've said before, bob can't cook great. he makes decent sandwiches thanks to his horrible upbringing but he's used to survival foods since he spent most of his time high or backpacking and homeless. he's hesitant to have kids though he does want one or two if you're interested.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he would hate himself for it, but it would take a LOT for him to even consider it. like a lot. he wouldn't end it over text, he'd want to treat you first with dinner and maybe let you down easily, staying friends if it wasn't an absolutely horrible thing.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

you're gonna have to propose. he's a nervous wreck, scared of committing in case he messes it up. he has a lot of past trauma and baggage that he doesn't want to put on anyone, despite you telling him it's okay. once you're over the first part of your relationship and he's comfortable with casual affection, he'd 100% want to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he's very gentle. like you're fine china gentle. after he voided out and learned what he was capable of, he was scared of himself for so long and would hate himself if he was even a little rough with you. emotionally, too, he's very hesitant to share his feelings and emotions, he's very much a push over and easily manipulated.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

when the thunderbolts defeat the void with the power of friendship. send post. yes, he likes hugs. yes, he initiates them often and he is very soft and warm, he runs hot.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

he says it platonically, so he's fast to say it with his partner. his friends are very close to him and he truly does love them all.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

bob doesn't get jealous, he just gets really sad. he needs the reassurance. if you're touchy with a stranger, he's stuck in his head and thinking that he's not doing good enough for you, or he doesn't satisfy you enough.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

he loves forehead kisses but regular chaste kisses on the lips are great too, makes him flustered when you pepper them all over his face. he wasn't so experienced when he kissed you at first since he's never had time for anything romantically charged, but he gets it quickly!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he likes children, he's good with them, but they make him uncomfortable when he's babysitting or have to be around them a lot. he hates children in restaurants.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings are slow. he gets out of bed late, slips out quietly and reads a book with a mug of tea. very calm, very nice.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are also slow, very relaxed and sweet. he likes to cuddle in bed and is very touchy when he's tired, his hands glued to your hips or waist. the physical contact helps him feel like everything is real.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he does it very slowly and needs to be prompted. he works through things with his therapist, helping him with his memory issues. those would be a big hurdle in getting to know much about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he gets angry and sad at the same time. like the shaking with tears. if he's being annoyed nonstop he will cry, but if something's happening to his friends and he can't do anything about it. boom. void.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he tries his best, bless him, he's not the best with remembering things. he knows your full name, birthday, but that's pretty much it. unless there's something big about you that's similar to him, he's already forgetting it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

he loves the little things but his absolute favourite moment is when he was trying to bake cupcakes for you because you told him you liked them, and absolutely making a mess of the kitchen. you caught him in the act and helped him clean up the mess. the look on your face when he told you he's done this for you is burned into his retinas. he loves your smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

bob's protective in his own way. he's always got his eyes on you whenever he's concerned or worried, and if you're out of sight he'll text every 30 minutes or so to check up on you. he's not too bothered with being protected, he knows he's safe and he wouldn't purposefully put himself in danger again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he sets reminders on his calendar for things like these, and yes he absolutely goes all out. he likes to be romantic. he wants to give you everything he's got. it's really sweet. everyday tasks are really all he has, so yes he goes above and beyond for these too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he picks and bites his nails. it's a habit he's had since he was small and he has no interest in trying to stop, so his nails are always short. he also still gets withdrawals from meth so he scratches at his arms or tugs on his hair when he's feeling them and hides it from you because he's ashamed.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

he's not too concerned. he's looked much much worse than he ever will again so he's just happy to be healthy again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes. once you're in a relationship with him you are a part of him. his arms feel empty when you're not there and his heart aches when he's not with you. he's clingy and it's sweet.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he's very specific with his hair. he likes it cut a certain way and he doesn't like getting it dyed (he only did it because valentina really wanted him to).

he loves fidget toys.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

drugs, alcohol, anything with an addictive nature. it scares him. otherwise he can adapt, he's happy to take what he can get, and he loves you too much for something to get in the way of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he doesn't sleep much. a lot of the time he lays awake and still, it's quite creepy when you wake up and he's just staring at you wide-eyed. he sleeps more when the sun's out than when it's dark because he doesn't feel safe when it's dark.

[noxcheshire]

Ya’ll don’t know how much I love de-aged Danny prompts and fics.

The fluff, the cuteness, the absolute squishable potential of a little toddler Danny who allows his new siblings to rub at his cheeks as a form of therapy cause it’s so chubby and soft. 🥹

And when he gives a beaming smile when he’s bombarded by hugs and kisses; or when he’s kicking his little feet as he’s pulled through the sky by the armpits, his sibling rushing through the halls with him — that is magic. That is just 🥰 AAAAAAAH

But the potential of ANGST, is also my jam and I will blend this toddler in the slim of sadness while the bat family screams at me in the background like feral coyotes.

Like, bare with me for a second.

Danny Phantom who was captured.

Danny Phantom who was taken apart and put back together again.

Danny Phantom who kept loosing more and more until he was just a tiny little baby version of himself, trying to sustain his own life but knowing that soon he will cease to exist in all its entirety.

Danny Phantom who has been hurt for so long that he dreams. He dreams of a life that could have been, and would have been, had things not become so terrible. And he dreams of people, of friends, of places he isn’t even quite sure ever truly existed.

He dreams happily in his own head, unaware of the passage of time and his ever closing in second death, until he wakes up.

His dreams splinter and fade like mist when the sun breaks through the sky.

But there is no comforting warm light for him when he blinks, only a searing, indifferent and blinding white.

He’s scared, and confused, and damaged in a way that makes him want to throw up but nothing comes out.

He isn’t even sure what he does, but he’s not there anymore in the cold white rooms with sharp things and green looming containers. Instead he’s somewhere outside, stumbling on trembling weak legs that he’s certain are too short but he isn’t quite sure because his head hurts and he can’t really see when everything is spinning and — and —

His lip trembles.

There’s a lot of green and red.

He doesn’t think his tummy is supposed to do that.

Is it supposed to be green? Or is it supposed to be red? Was it supposed to be coming out at all? It hurts. It really, really hurts, and he doesn’t know what to do when he doesn’t even know who he had been.

But he tries to gather it up, pushing the reds and green underneath the cover of his open skin.

It’s supposed to be in there… right?

But it’s not staying. Why won’t it stay?

He sniffles, frustration, exhaustion, hurt, and childish confusion mixing itself so spectacularly that he begins to cry.

And then something big and heavy plops itself on the ground with him.

It was so startling that he hiccups into a stop.

He stares, hands wet and his spilling tummy very heavy, but he doesn’t mind it as the very big cat person blinks slowly back at him. Or maybe a bat?

Is it friendly?

It’s crouching very slowly, even speaking in soft words. It must be friendly! He didn’t know bat-cat people existed, but he liked it very much.

He gives his hands to the bat-cat, presenting his insides for help.

[hitomisuzuya]

Self aware! Aventurine x fem!reader. Yandere! Aventurine cause why not. Something for giggles at the end.

No smut guys. This is just me being silly, and self indulgent cause Aventurine evaded me. It stings, ngl so this is more to make myself feel better😂 Pay zero attention to this nonsense omg 😂

Aventurine could instantly feel the sadness caused by the crushing weight of life through your hands the moment you played his character demo. He knew what that was like, so to be nice and so you could shut your brain off for awhile, no damage was taken at all from enemies.

Oh, but what's this? You started playing this game just for him. There were 5 days left for him to "come home", but sweetheart, it was an unrealistic gamble. You were still very wet behind the ears. Trailblaze level 39 and barely even aware of your own abilities to play the game.

Aventurine could definitely feel how scared you were observing you struggle and ultimately triumph over certain tasks once you got a feel for it down. It took you a lot of nerve to even play. He would hear you think, "I hate messing up and not doing things right the first time."

Dedication squeezed at your heart. Made you lose sleep. Dedication all for him.

Please quiet your pounding heart, darling. You have a better grasp than you think. It was quite frankly amazing to see.

It was both amusing and endearing to see you soak up information like a sponge. Only to have you try and pull when you had a comfortable amount of currency.

As the days went by, and your time window got closer to slamming shut until the next opportunity, he supposed that it was a good thing Dr. Ratio was helping you out.

Supposed, anyways

You were starting to cheer for Ratio when he started to crit high. That was starting to irk him, but the rush of fulfillment he felt through you when you cleared something made it worth it.

After all, you were doing all this for him. Aventurine was only able to feel your emotions because he is was always on your mind every second you played. Even after logging off.

You are his, damn it. That was that. There really wasn't anyone else you needed. He craved to spoil you.

Of course, he had his own ways of keeping tabs on you. Dr. Ratio was starting to be more use to him that he thought.

Aventurine truly hated shutting you down, especially when he felt your heart sting and a few tears well into your eyes. You held your head high and soldiered right on, brushing them away from your eyes with your delicate hand before they even fell.

He wanted you flourish first. He wanted you to have 10000% confidence. He knew he could've just come home and did everything for you, but he wanted to fight by your side as well as fight for you. He wanted you set up the party with him in it and think with a smile, "I can do this. I know I am capable. And I have you, Aventurine. Nothing can go wrong."

It was a pleasure for him to watch you. Especially in the Simulated Universe, and the Critter Pick quest. How you smiled and giggled at the cat cakes. You cooed at them. Even lamented about not having something like them in another game.

When that time finally came, and it would, don't you worry your pretty little head. He already knew your dedication level was incredibly high, and there would be extra insurance provided by both you and him.

Aventurine realized that you were irrevocably, totally, and completely dizzy in love with him. The words in your head exactly. They made his heart skip beats.

When he realized he was in love with you, it was during the end of Critter Pick mission. It snuck up on him, and slapped him hard in the face. It was when you were facing down the Swarm for the final Curio.

You loathed The Juvenile Sting and Lesser Sting from the Swarm in particular. You'd retreated over and over, getting intimidated when they multiplied. Until one night, you'd narrowed your eyes in determination and said, "Okay, you fucking bugs. Let's go. I won't be bullied by you today. I will do this for the sake of the cat cakes."

You dug your heels in, and didn't run. You wanted to do many times. You were already terribly fragile with your confidence to begin with. He watched you so close, and the surge of pride he felt when he saw you refused to yield in the end was undescribable.

"That's my girl," He'd murmured when the final bug exploded. Ratio may have taken care of you, and he was glad for that. Aventurine knew he would've been better for you.

Until that day when he could come for you, darling, he was still going to be there. Hovering patiently unseen. Maybe your shields around your characters would last a little longer in tight spots. Maybe a mysterious extra skill point would appear that you thought you didn't have. Maybe, just for you, Ratio would have an extra follow up attack.

And okay maybe sometimes when you had to pause battle for whatever reason, Ratio would get downed mysteriously now and then. He really, really was starting to hate that you relied on him so much.

Aventurine sought out a certain master hacker to put traces on your phone. That would was the only way to keep you close off game. Perhaps he would find a way to just come to you. And poof, you would disappear from your world and go with him.

He felt much better knowing where you were, and what you were doing when he so desired. He lived for when he could hear you say his name outloud. It sounded so sweet to him to even hear you think it.

It was ideal, really.

And just who was Scaramouche anyways? He was immediately shut down with such a spine chilling shock when he tried to investigate.

[ofallthingsnasty]

H A T for Ace? Hehe

Yandere Alphabet

pffffft 😂 hey, i should be the one making cheesy jokes here skadjk honestly, it might be my grand old age (not really) but he's such a soggy little man to me. you have been warned - he's very different to the ones posted so far.

tw.yandere, emotional manipulation, minors dni

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The whole fucking relationship. He depends on you, needs you. You’re his band-aid, his childhood plushie, his mom, his sibling, his partner, his best friend - Ace is the everything-issues man and all those deep-seated insecurities and all that trauma, all that hurt is coming out when he’s with you. He’ll never hurt you physically but it’s going to be a total mindfuck for you. This whole thing clearly isn't right; he is definitely out of line, you're in this situation against your will - but he's like a wet cat when he's with you and it's not an act. You'll feel like you're losing your mind - caught between being scared and forced to dry the tears of a man who has basically decided that you're his ersatz family. Maybe he'll snap one day? He doesn't seem to be the type but he already went so far - you never know with Ace.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s extremely affectionate. He’s constantly touching you, playing with your hair, your clothes, your accessories. He wants you to touch him, too - just dote on him, please, show him that you’re there, that you care for him.  Cup his cheeks, cradle his head - he’ll practically melt into your touch. If you initiate it, he’ll be so happy.  (Don't overdo it, though. Or else he's gonna start crying and you don't want that. Absolutely ghoulish.)

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Oh god, anything but tears, please. He simply can’t take those - it breaks his heart to see you sad. At first, he’ll try anything and everything to cheer you up - but it’s not only for you. It’s for him, too. I think he’s very unstable as a yandere, in the sense that he flip-flops between being delusional and being horribly self-aware of the things he has done to you. He didn't want to be a monster, ever. Now look at him, forcing someone into playing pretend with him. Maybe all those people were right and he really is a demon child.  But he can’t let you go, either. You soothe that sting in his heart, your touch is all he thinks about after a long day. As much as it eats away at him, he's too selfish to stop this.

So don’t cry, please, don’t make him face the reality of what this is. Play nice, play soft, play your part convincingly so he can forget about it all. Make him think you're here with him because you want to be and maybe he can finally believe that he deserves to be loved.

If your tears and silence don't get better, though - he’ll simply clam up and ignore you. Not out of malice, never out of malice - but he really can’t take it. He just reaches a certain point where he can't help you without spiraling himself and has to get away from those big, sad eyes.

[eggcats]

I decided it would be really funny, if the reason Husk knows getting Vox to like you is the key to surviving Alastor, is because when Alastor first took his soul, Vox HATED him

Because Alastor saw this sad wet pathetic cat man drunk in the alley behind his casino and was like "you can't take care of yourself so I will" and then decided to gamble with him to win his soul

Except, that is also essentially how Alastor met VOX, and so when Alastor comes home one day like "look what I got!" and Vox learns what happened, he's like, "I will NOT be replaced," and just hates Husk on sight

(Vox, mentally, "What's so good about HIM that he takes HIS soul?? Is MY soul not good enough?!?!")

Neither Husk nor Alastor knows this, tho, so to them, it's just Vox deciding to hate someone randomly - meanwhile, in the background, Vox is singing Jolene while sharpening a knife

(The idea of being attracted to the creepy cannibalistic fuck who took his soul is so out of left field that Husk, who generally is good at reading people, doesn't realize that's Vox's issue with him - so the entire time he's standing there like🧍‍♂️trying desperately to not do ANYTHING that'll piss Vox off more).

(Alastor also has no idea, because not only is finding someone OTHER than his picture box so absurd it's not even to be considered, he's very bad at picking up on social cues and it never comes up to Rosie for her to tell him the issue - Alastor just thinks Vox hates cats the same way he hates dogs, and is like, oh okay makes sense moving on).

Vox eventually gets over it (kinda) when Alastor is like, dear, did you just want me to rip apart his soul on my broadcast? Did YOU want to do it this time? And basically just offers to absolutely end Husk's (after)life for him, no questions asked.

Vox decides to let Husk live so that Husk knows that he's only alive because VOX said so, as a "don't even THINK of trying to take my man, you hussy" warning. (Once again, neither Alastor nor Husk have ANY idea about this, lmao).

So now Husk is like - step 1 to not being murdered is to get Vox to decide to not kill you. Okay, no further questions.

Meanwhile Vox is just watching Husk like "I am always fucking vigilant" and constantly scaring the fur off of that poor cat man.

(Vox only relents when Husk is basically tossed at Angel like a Pokémon and he sees that Husk definitely is interested in Angel and is like, good. Stay away from my husband).

[scoobydoodean]

pls share some daredevil opinions!! would love to know your favorite season and character 👀

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Well, I am rewatching all of it rn for the first time in almost 10 years (I CAN'T BELIEVE IT IS BACK ON AFTER TEN YEARS AHHHHH) so I have forgotten a lot of details. Mostly I just forgot how fucking good of a show it is though. I didn't realize how much I missed Matt and Karen and Foggy and Claire etc etc etc 😭

I just finished rewatching 3.01. From memory, I think season 2 is probably my favorite, but I gotta give season 3 another go. I am so fond of all of them, but Matt probably is my favorite. His ability to beat the fuck out of 20 people at a time and then turn up in his next scene looking like a sad wet injured cat enchants me. He's so stupid and smart and he's such a stubborn idiot with a stupid soft heart smh. Also can we talk about how his blindness gives the common trope of "the superhero living as two separate people" a unique tension that isn't seen with any other superhero? Ig his experience is most similar to like Clark Kent, in the sense that Clark is the disguise while Superman is his true unapologetic self, able to reveal all his extraordinary capabilities. But it's more complicated than that for Matt. Existing with a secret identity as Matt is inherently limiting for him socially in a way Clark doesn't experience, because Clark is just another able-bodied person on the street when he isn't Superman, and Matt is a blind person on the street when he isn't Daredevil. I mean, Matt's a blind person all of the time and there are limitations with that even with his special senses bc the world is not designed with his blindness in mind. So like. He labels his clothes in braille and he shoots the 8-ball into the corner pocket too early and he needs accessibility features to be working in order to interact with screens and he's like "yeah wow Melvin the armor looks great" while just pretending to look at it.

But Matt can also do so many things that no one else can and he KNOWS that but he can't TELL anyone in his daily life? He has such a rich sense of the world that no one else does, but has to "play up" his blindness when he's Matt to keep Daredevil and Matt separate. He has to pretend he doesn't know one of his friends is walking right past him and hope they take notice, pretend he needs his cane, pretend to miss visual social cues like a nod or an offered handshake, pretend to need help with some things he doesn't actually need help with... pretend pretend pretend—and remember to pretend so he can never actually relax around anybody!!! And that's exhausting and isolating in a very unique way, and it likely makes the need to be Daredevil that much stronger, because when else does he just get to be unapologetically himself without anyone questioning what he's capable of? AND YET. Even after he has friends who know that he is Daredevil and know he has powers and that he can do all kinds of things that other people can't, they desperately want him to go back to being... just Matt Murdock, who is ultimately a disguise. I think his friends really have trouble grasping that when they say "You shouldn't be Daredevil because it's dangerous and I am scared for you", what they are also saying (without realizing it) is "You should pretend at all times for the rest of your life to have a less rich sense of the world than everybody else instead of a far richer sense of the world than everybody else. You should pretend for the rest of your life that you have more limitations than you actually do. Please perform being less independent for us." So like. No wonder he is so unhinged??? Like. I get it. He gets beat up a lot, and the protectiveness isn't about his blindness, but also it IS about his blindness in a way that no one seems to understand! He is gnawing at the bars of his enclosure wanting to be let out.

This is also why I am intrigued about where the current show is going bc like that man is going nuts ready to forgo a secret identity entirely imo I am just like "DO IT"

[belit0]

Izuna and Bee

Imagine them entering Mono's forest... And Izuna just poking every plant he sees there-

Kekdkdkd and Mono is somewhere away from their territory not able to stop the attack

Fricking Izuna and his cat-like behavior.

Mono's forest shimmered like a dream long forgotten—crystals rising like spires from the soil, vines pulsing with light as if carrying breath instead of sap.

The deeper they walked, the more the silence thickened, broken only by the occasional hum of unseen creatures and the faint glow shifting between white and silver, even some blue.

Bee had her sleeves rolled up, her eyes alert, scanning the flora with cautious admiration.

This was sacred ground, alive in ways books barely dared to describe.

She was walking through a myth.

Izuna, meanwhile, kept his hands in his coat pockets, strolling like they were at a public garden.

Calm, half-lidded gaze flicking around.

He'd kicked a glowing mushroom five minutes ago just to see what would happen.

(It had whistled.)

–You know, for a place that belongs to that terrifying creature, this is surprisingly scenic.– he murmured, tilting his head toward a vine that looked like it was knitting itself into a braid.

–Don’t touch anything.

Bee said it quietly, firmly. Her voice wasn’t sharp—but there was weight behind it. She didn’t need to look at him.

Izuna, of course, smirked.

–I’m not touching anything. I’m admiring. Big difference.

Then he spotted it—a spiraled plant blooming with translucent petals, delicate and shimmering like silk under starlight.

–Hey, Bee.

She sighed. –Izuna, don’t.–

–This would look good with your collection, wouldn’t it? The glowy corner? Next to that crystal that screams when the oven’s on?

She turned.

–Don’t poke it.–

He poked it.

The plant inhaled once—then snapped shut with a wet, elegant chomp, swallowing him whole in a blink.

Bee’s heart dropped.

His feet stuck out of the base like sad little flags. Then even those vanished with a sluggish gloop.

–IZUNA?!

She ran to the plant, knelt beside it, hands trembling as she tried to pry open the slick petals.

They wouldn’t budge.

The whole thing pulsed gently, satisfied.

–No no no no—hey. Hey. Give him back! That’s my boyfriend!– She slapped the side of the stalk. –He didn’t mean it, he’s just—he doesn’t know anything about plants, okay? He thinks all ferns are the same! He’s dumb, but he’s mine.-

Nothing.

Bee took a breath, palms pressed to the slick surface, her voice cracking despite her best efforts.

–He doesn’t even like my collection. He calls them “your leafy children.” He broke a pot because he thought the aloe vera was mocking him. But he listens when I talk about them. He tries. And he only poked you because he thought you’d make me smile.

A twitch.

The base of the plant shivered once.

Bee leaned in closer, both hands flat against the stem like she was holding someone's face.

–Please. I know he’s ridiculous. He says stupid things all the time and touches things he shouldn’t. But he makes tea when I forget to eat. And he warms up my slippers in winter. And he never—never—lets me go to bed angry.

The petals quivered... then slowly peeled apart, slick strands of sap stretching and snapping.

A drenched, traumatized Izuna flopped out with a groan, face-down, making a sound like a drowned cat.

Bee dropped to her knees.

–Are you breathing? Izuna!

–I saw the void.– he mumbled, one hand clutching his chest. –It smelled like sage and judgment.–

Bee held his face between her hands, brushing leaves out of his soaked hair. –You absolute idiot. You scared me to death.–

–...Was the plant mad?

–You poked it.

–That’s not a no.

She exhaled through her nose and rested her forehead against his.

High above, from within the dense tangle of crystal trees, Mono stirred.

They had felt the disturbance from afar.

They had seen.

They had heard.

And they decided, very quietly, to not get involved.

Not yet.

[crescentfool]

What are your ryomina headcanons? I've loved these two since I played P3 FES, and I'm so excited to get back into the fandom^^

hi!! thank you so much for the ask, welcome back to the p3 fandom, it's always a delight to see new and old ryomina fans alike! 🥺💛💙

as for headcanons, here's a "few" i that i tend to come back to a lot! my interpretations of them are influenced from both the source material and other's fanworks, so i've linked to them as i saw fit! hcs in no particular order under the cut because oops this got long (900 word bullet point list, mentions of reload content up to 1/1)

minato's hair is dyed blue (hair originally brown, you can see it in his roots!) and he has a beauty mark on under his left eye. i like mirror imagery and there's definitely a few arts i've rb'd that portray them this way :) (e.g. this one by feliichu and this one by marasschino)

as far as i'm concerned the bathhouse scene from the manga where ryoji's hair down = similar shape to minato? that is canon to me. this art from xierru is a fun depiction of hair down ryoji :D

ryoji is homeless. everyone say thank you foxmulder_whereartthou for this awesome fic it's why i have the headcanon! but like seriously. we have no idea where ryoji lives and i could believe this.

minato dying at the end of the game is sad to an outsider's POV BUT!!! ryomina gets to be together in death for the rest of their lives (this illustration from mafuwara is a gorgeous representation of them as nyx avatar + the seal)!

speaking of the seal, they are like telepathically communicating to me in the great seal together. (mymp3 had a comic wip with this. give it a looksie :D)

ryoji likes cuddling with minato because he's warm :) (something something orpheus has fire affinity, minato is warm by extension and ryoji is cold because he's death)

ryoji's camera roll is filled with pictures of minato! ryoji... loves life, to me. and i feel that photography and journaling are perfect ways of expressing gratitude and capturing the moments in life that are most important to you :3

my other favorite activity for these two is stargazing- i feel like it's something they could appreciate either in life or death (looking at the stars from the great seal...)! they do a bit of this in the fic eurydice's vow by crescentmoontea (P5R spoilers, takes place in third sem it's a very fun fic concept).

between ryoji and minato i feel like ryoji was the one who fell in love first- and it doesn't really click in place for minato that he loves ryoji until december hits (appriser reveal + ryoji transforming into thanatos). its about the realization that ryoji was with him for his whole life and that he gets him like no one else does.

ryoji is like a sad and wet puppy who is so scared minato won't like him back. he is so scared of being rejected by minato to me like. this boy straight up deflates after he does his "i know i said i wanted us to be friends, but... i actually want to be something more." / "what about you?" on 12/1 ???

AND SPEAKING of wet puppy ryoji. ryoji is like. every animal in the world to me. he's a bird. he's a cat. etc. and also ryoji knows every language in the world ever and uses it to express his love for minato. see this fic from superheroics to see what i mean.

both of them are lactose intolerant. "this isn't lactose, it's milk!" i definitely think ryoji would make himself sick eating ice cream and milk he doesn't know what lactose is. (i made a silly poll about this once and the tags were very entertaining.)

i see minato as transmasc or nonbinary depending on the day (schrodinger's headcanons babey they're simultaneously true and not true at the same time!!). either way he's not cis to me and ryoji is like. His Gender. anyway go read this fic by nail_gun for t4t ryomina :D !

ryomina are WEIRD GUYS TO ME!!! they are so strange and they understand each other better than anyone else because of the circumstances of their relationship!!! if you asked them to do the "i wonder what i taste like" meme i think they'd start biting each other (affectionate) tbh but that's just me.

after ryoji gives minato the music box in 12/31 on reload, minato listens to the music box every night in january. this boy has insomnia and also chronic illness to me (things that housing death does to you). but i think he finds comfort in the melody and memories he made with ryoji.

in general, i think it's fun to imagine minato taking ryoji to places and show him things he's interested in! i feel that ryoji takes a lot of interest in minato's life, this isn't really a hc because in reload, minato DOES give ryoji a tour of the school (11/9) and possibly port island (11/12). but ITS CUTE OK! (tangentially related fanwork: this series of doodles from vinnigami: 1, 2, and 3)

not a hc but minato's kindness is like the backbone of their relationship and i think we would not have the ryomina we know and love today if minato wasn't such a kind soul. oh minato.... we can learn so much from you... like ryoji did!

anyway! that's all the hcs that i could think of, thank you for the ask! i had a lot of fun answering this, these two mean a lot to me 💛💙

i hope you don't mind the links to the fanart and fanfic as well, the fanwork people have made for ryomina have really made an imprint on me! if you want to see more of them, i definitely recommend looking through my tag for them because oh. i got a lot of them reblogged alright 😂 (<- SOOO NORMAL)

[one-strugling-bean]

So.

I finished the 4th season (MAG #160)

......I'm unwell

(part 3 of my Magnus Archives experience)

Ahhhhh where do i even start???? Ok, ok I think I'll start with the lesser things

First off, right off the bat, RIP Tim. More than ever, now I know he didn't have to die and I am so so sad he did..... Flirty boi deserved so much better u^u

Martin collected many moments of badassery throughout the 3rd and 4th seasons. Im so proud of his growth. Not him burning statements and snipping back at Elias - ahhhhhh he was so coooool, I wish someone else was there so that they could tell him! And when he made Fairchild sit back down to finish answering Martin's questions, I swear I got chills!!

Anyway. I continue being a fierce Martin fan, nothing new there

What is new is my newfound adoration for Daisy. Seriously. She's my baby now. Idc what happens or who dies, she needs to end this story okay :'))))

No, im 200% serious, if Daisy doesn't survive to the end, im def going to cry. Because i can totally see her being the "sacrifice herself so that everyone else will have a chance" type.

I swear she was the only one holding the brain cell power this season –  and FINALLY, someone who's not Martin is not being a bitch to Jon!!!

I wasn’t even expecting Jon to be able to bring her back. Much less for them to become supportive avatar besties! I’m so glad the writer decided to take that turn with her. It’s really satisfying from a narrative standpoint to have Daisy of all people do a whole 180 on her standpoint with Jon.

Idk, i just really liked her this season. She deserves all the hugs. So she gets a meme :)

Basira, on the other hand, fell a bit for me, but i think that was kind of the point. She was fierce and stony and nearly zero compassionate, – very Gertrude-ish of her –  but after everything that’s happened, i can't really blame her :/

Im just here praying to everything that the cop ladies can get a modicum of a happy ending

And just so I round up the gang, im scared for Melanie... She is now blind and also has (had?) a monster as a therapist. And Georgie doesn't feel fear which makes them even less likely to sense danger if it comes for them. I hope they're able to push through whatever season 5 throws at them

Okay. So only Jon is lef now. What can i say about him tho?? I mean, i can say he's been going through it.

Like, I spent my whole time hearing this podcast lowkey making fun of him for collecting beatdowns from pretty much every character - AND IT TURNS OUT IT WASN’T EXACTLY JOKING MATTER AND WAS ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT??

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY AND WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR VOICES ON MY PHONE??

I just feel so bad for Jon. The guy did not deserve all of this. He really was a lamb to the slaughter—a poor wet cat, an eternal damsel in distress, the Antichrist…?

That last statement from Elias/Jonah is so good tho. Like, objectively. I love it. Not only does it take the listener in a nice little trip down memory lane - nostalgia is always fun - but its also just. So evil.

They really gave us such a sweet start – Martin and Jon bunking together in a cabin in Scotland(?) seemingly happy and it's all "uwu, they sho cute, yada yada- and then BAM!! APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

(i could literally be here for hours coming up with titles for Jon. he makes it too easy.)

Elias though...... I was spoiled that he was Jonah Magnus halfway through season 2 or so, so the reveal wasn't a big deal for me. I wonder how shattering it was for listeners when it first dropped though... At least he upped his villainy cred this season. Suits him better than the "unbothered neutral/evil stand-by" vibe he gave before.

And one last character thing, I fell in love with Peter so quickly. His lines were all gold and his delivery even more so. He just had that unflappable vibe to him. Like he didnt have a care in the world.

Oh, and him and Elias totally had ex-wives who spent the last 10 years fighting about who gets what in the divorce energy.

No, i will not elaborate.

Uhhhhh yeah. I grew to appreciate Helen more and more every time they showed up. Simon Fairchild was surprisingly fun for an old man, Gerry deserved the freaking world (thank you so much Jon for burning that page) and i think that’s kinda it on my favorite “creatures and associates”

Im super excited for this last stretch. i wonder if TMA will stick the landing. I sure hope it does, and honestly trust it will.

Anywayyyyyy, off i go for those last 40 episodes. Wish me luck!

Finish testimony, or whatever

[viktheviking1]

"Husky!!!!!!" Angel shouted as he stormed into the lobby of the hotel.

Spitting his drink in surprise, Husk wiped his mouth and turned around to see an angry spider marching towards him, a little piglet trotting just behind. Husk had been guzzling down more alcohol, sitting on a couch as he read a newspaper, a part of his routine in life that he had kept doing now that he was in hell, but the quiet was broken and his paper was drenched.

"The f**k do you want? I swear, I can't do anything in peace with you around." He grumbled back as he put the sopping wet mess on the coffee table.

Angel ignored the jab and shoved something colorful in the cat's face, "The f**k is this?"

It took a moment to register in Husk's brain what Angel was holding, ". . . It's a pan pride flag?"

"So, you do know what it is! I was half-hoping maybe you were just so old timey that you had it not knowing what it meant." Angel said in a strangely accusatory tone.

"Wait, did you get this from my room? What the hell were you doing in there?" Husk snatched the flag from his hands.

"Don't change the subject! Are you pansexual or aintcha?" Angel crossed one set of arms, and placed one hand on his hip as he dramatically pointed at him with the other.

Husk blushed a little; his sexuality wasn't exactly something he went around shouting to the world. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and he wasn't planning on entering one any time soon, so it really was no one's business. Honestly, he forgot he even had the flag. It was just something marked down in July, after pride month had passed, and he grabbed it as just a little something for himself. He was the only one he planned to let see it, just as a reminder that he was okay to be whoever he was and like whomever he wanted; something he was never allowed in life.

" . . . I don't gotta answer that. What's it to ya anyway? I didn't exactly take you to be a 'super straight'?" He mumbled as he used air quotes.

"That's exactly the problem!!!" Angel slumped over exasperated.

Husk didn't really get it, but he was absolutely done with whatever it was, so he stood up and jabbed a finger at the spider, "Look, I don't know what the f**k you're freaking out about Legs, it's got nothin' to do with you!"

Angel shifted his weight where he stood, "Well, you're right but I still wanna know!"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Husk stood up, glaring.

"I-I'm just curious is all. . ." Angel blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well, you can shove your curiosity up your *ss." He pushed.

"Why, you don't trust me or somethin?" Angel stood his ground.

"No, why the f**k would I?!" Husk raised his voice.

"Hey, what is your problem?!" Angel raised his back.

"I don't need to be judged by a drug addict pole dancer." He shoved.

"Oh wow, real mature. I'll have you know that pole dancing is an under-appreciated art." Angel defended.

"Well, I'm sure it's very appreciated by those freaks out there who drool all over you." He rolled his eyes.

"All this over a little flag and a simple yes or no question. Acting out like a scared little boy." Angel leaned down to glare at back at him.

Husk expected Angel to be happy. He expected a smug look on his face and maybe a 'see was that so hard?'. And Angel was happy for a moment, but then he looked sad. Then his face soured, and suddenly he was angry again all over again.

"Fine! I'm pan! I'm pansexual! I hate the stupid gender binary and I like people based on their personality. Ya happy now?!" He shouted.

"YOU MEAN I HAD A CHANCE THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!" Angel looked actually furious now.

". . . The f**k. . .?" Husk was very, very confused.

Angel took a few steps towards him and he took a couple steps back, "You mean to tell me that I've been throwing myself at you, half-jokingly, for so long . . ."

"Half-?" Husk started.

"I've teased you, I've pranked you, and strutted around you like a fool . . ." Angel pushed him down onto the couch, and blocked him in with all his arms, "And you weren't f**king straight?!?!"

". . . Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but-" Husk started.

"And you've just stared at me, like unflinching! So I figured, 'aw well, guess he's straight, may as well flirt with him, and see if I can't make him uncomfortable'. I've straight up told you how I pride myself on having great f**king gaydar! But then I get it wrong with you of all people?!" Angel turned around, covering his face with his top arms, "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?!"

Angel was still covering his face, honestly unsure of what he had said in all of his rambling. He just wanted to crawl into his bed and die. Gentle hands curled around his wrists, and he didn't resist as they pulled his hands from his face.

Husk sat with his jaw agape for a moment, processing. He sighed, grabbing one of Angel's lower arms,"Sit your tall *ss down." and pulled him onto the couch, turning in his seat to face him.

" . . . Angel, would you open your eyes please?" Husk's voice was a quiet, sarcastic, but soothing tone.

"No, I feel humiliated enough. I don't need you to mock me right now." Angel said, covering his face again.

Husk chuckled and moved Angel's hands away again, "I'm not going to mock you, Legs."

"You're not going to wear your dumb, smug face, and tell me how you, a person who is attracted to people based on personality, could never like me, a self-absorbed idiot?" Angel rambled.

Husk snickered, "No, never that. Come on, Legs. Please?"

Angel slowly opened his eyes to see a warmest smile from Hell's grumpiest cat, "See? There you are."

Angel blushed and looked away, but Husk turned his chin back to him, "You think you can say all that and not face the consequences."

"C-consequences?" Angel stammered, blushing harder.

Husk blushed, "I mean, we have drinks together all the time, so I guess that's kind of stupid, but uh-"

Husk leaned back and sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Listen, I haven't - . . . I mean I don't- . . . Well, you know how- . . ." He sighed again, "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel, but uh. . . If you wanted to ever . . . We could have a drink sometime . . .?"

He was suddenly clobbered by a massive spider and fell backwards, "Yes! Yes, of course! That sounds great!"

They both laughed there for a moment, Angel on top of him, "What a f**kin' dumb*ss way to figure out we were crushin' on each other, huh?"

Husk chuckled at that, "I feel like it's mostly my fault. You were flirting with me constantly."

"Wellllll, I will admit I do flirt with lots of men. I guess," Angel sighed into his fur, "I just really meant it with you."

Again, they giggled together like little middle school lovers; giddy and drunk on reciprocated feelings, high on finally being understood.

Husk smiled as his face flushed, "Aren't we a pair?"

Angel started to get up when he realized that he was currently on top of a man who just asked him out.

He grinned a mischievous grin, "You know~" he held himself up with his lower hands adjusted his hair and loosened Husk's tie with the others, "We could-"

"Absolutely not." Husk said flatly.

Angel sat up, letting Husk do the same, but still pouted, "But why not? We like each other and . . ." He leaned in, resting his hands on Husk's legs, "I'm sure you're dying to know what you've been missing out on."

Husk was still just staring blankly, but now Angel started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, because he was so sure it was impossible. The slight flush of his cheeks, the dry swallow of his throat, the sweatiness of his palms as he gently pushed Angel away from him.

"I may be pan, but I'm still old fashioned." Husk stood up, picking up his wet newspaper to throw away, "Another time, babe."

Angel watched him leave, and it wasn't until he was sure he was fully out of range that he whispered to nugs, "Did he just say, another time? Did he just call me 'babe'?!"

Nifty would had run over and scolded him for it, but she was still kneeling behind the couch with her broom and dustpan frozen in place as she had been the entire time, accidentally stuck there eavesdropping.

Husk, once he was sure he was out of ear shot, grumbled to himself, "Babe. Babe?! Could I have said anything more lame?" He kicked over a trash bin.

Thanks for reading some HuskerDust. Sorry, it was self-edited / self-betad. If it's bad, you can blame that, or that I'm not used to writing these characters, or that I'm publishing it from my phone, or that the stars weren't aligned or whatever. Thanks for always supporting me and my writing!

". . .The f**k was that?"

[cyanrendipity]

I'm back to watching monster after two weeks! (Did not notice, time goes by too fast)

Tenma is the most meow meow man in the whole wide world EVERYONE loves him and Eva is never gonna recover fumbling this wet cat (I wouldn't either in her place)

(continuing under the cut)

I kinda expected that everyone he was helping in the start of the series to show up again to support him somewhat but it was still very cute, also hearing Tenma struggle out loud asking if it was right or not to save Yohan is interesting, like I KNOW that's his struggle but the way he acted seemed like he was convinced he made a mistake, it was your duty as a doctor you did nothing wrong Tenma!!!!!!!! (maybe just a few crimes but I forgive you)

I'm glad Tenma didn't actually kill a guy but I'm also sad Roberto didn't die, he's so annoying. The lawyer guy was interesting, but it's funny how every new character is somehow so deeply involved one way or another to Johan's past, I keep thinking "for real? This one too?" But like, I guess you wouldn't tell me about a character who wasn't involved? Well I guess the detective guy (Suk) wasn't so maybe it's just my impression that everyone is 🤔 (Or maybe it's because we're approaching the climax and the story is becoming more focused?)

Anyway, Lunge still the best character ever. I love that he's obsessed with finding out about the guy who wrote the book now, forget about Tenma (or maybe he didn't forget about Tenma and is being tsundere about it, he did give Tenma a hint to not say anything during questioning, maybe he believes Tenma now?)

Also we got a little more of the backstory for Johan and honestly so far I'm just glad they didn't go with "he was evil from birth" I was scared for a moment there. 17 more episodes to go, I think I'll finish it this weekend.

[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #5 [Both Prompts]

I am tired and Feeling Emotions, and using Omega to make sense of them :')

Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Prompt: “Need a hand?”

I wanted to explore Crosshair and Omega's journey of healing in this one. We all know this is not a linear process, and I feel like at the beginning, Cross would struggle more than most in finding a way to feel safe enough to open up. I see so much of his need to appear strong in Omega, and I think it would transfer to both of their coping mechanisms as well. And so this happened, and I made myself even more sad <3

Title taken from 'In Quiet Rooms' by Ollie MN (I highly recommend checking it out, it is such a Crosshair song, and very beautiful)

I hope y'all like it!

@summer-of-bad-batch

One of my favorite bits in this one:

"It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. She didn’t like that she already kind of knew."

***

To Love in Quiet Rooms

Omega wasn’t scared of Crosshair. Of course she wasn’t. But. Well, sometimes, it was easy to forget the time he spent loyally serving the Empire, and other times…it wasn’t. 

Mostly, he was quiet. When they all made it home, nursing varying degrees of injury, he disappeared for days, only to return when Echo went and dragged him out of whatever corner he had holed up in. Mostly, Omega could find him when she wanted to spend time in companionable silence, curling up in porch rocking chairs as they read different books, or she chatted about her day and he carefully sketched in a small notebook he had dug up from somewhere, balancing it on his thighs and forearm as he drew. 

But sometimes he would stop eating and showering and just sit and stare at the wall, ignoring everything around him. Even as Wrecker plied him with freshly baked treats, or Tech would read to him until he lost his voice.

Sometimes he would fly into a rage, throwing plates and mugs from their small kitchen against the wall, screaming at Hunter through tears. ‘How could you do that? How could you give me up so easily?’ 

Crosshair’s hand would shake and his face would turn red, and Hunter would shake his head at her when he saw that Omega was watching through a crack in the door between her room and the common area. She was not supposed to know about these moments. Everything was supposed to be better now. They were supposed to be better now. 

Sometimes she didn’t think that was true at all. 

She found him on the ‘fresher floor one night when she couldn’t sleep through Hemlock’s laughter and cold, inhuman hands pushing needles into her skin over and over and over and–

And she was exhausted when she stumbled across Crosshair curled into a ball between the toilet and the shower as she tried to get a glass of water. His head was in the toilet, gagging, and sweat glistened on his skin when he looked up to see who had disturbed him. Omega winced at the smell and the pallor sitting just under his tanned skin, and turned on the dimmest setting of the light she could as she carefully stepped around the sink and knelt down next to him. He was shaking. 

“...You okay?” she asked hesitantly. She wasn’t sure if this was like the moments they shared on the porch, or if this was one of those times she was supposed to pretend wasn’t happening.

“Get away from me,” Came the hissed answer.

Seems like it was the second option.

When she didn’t immediately move away, Crosshair grunted in annoyance and tried to stumble up towards the sink to wash the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Omega could relate, having had her own fair share of nights spent on the cold ‘fresher floor, and scooted out of the way. But as she watched on silently, Cross tried again and again to turn the handles of the faucet with his remaining hand, failing every time as his bones tried to vibrate out of his body. Twitching and jerking uncontrollably, he couldn’t seem to get a grip on the smooth metal of the contraption, and eventually he gave up and collapsed back onto the floor next to Omega, shoulders shaking and head tucked into his knees.

It took her a moment, content enough to allow this moment to distract her from her own dark thoughts, to realize that he was crying. It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. 

She didn’t like that she already kind of knew. 

“Need a hand?” She asked after a few more minutes had passed. “I could get you some water or something…”

She knew how to comfort her other brothers in moments like these. Hugging Echo so tightly in the hopes that she could single handedly  hold his body together. Telling Tech over and over that she cared for him, no matter how many times he needed to hear it. Drawing Wrecker pictures of their family, and always listening to him when he needed someone to talk to. Letting her head rest on Hunter’s shoulder and reminding him that he was loved. That he was trusted.

But she had yet to learn the language Crosshair spoke in his most vulnerable moments. 

“Go away,” He hissed again, harsher this time, through his tears. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Everyone else always does in the end. They know that I’m rotten inside, and that I’ll infect them too, but–” He scrubbed his hand down his face and bared his teeth. “But you’re too stupid to get him, aren’t you? A stupid little girl who doesn’t know when she’s not wanted.” ‘

And it hurt. She couldn’t pretend that it didn’t. 

Sure, she knew that he was struggling, and that he didn’t mean it, not really, but it stung. It made her clench her fists at her side and her face heat up, because how did Crosshair always know exactly what felt most like needles under her skin?

But then she looked at her older brother, curled up into a ball almost as small as her on the ‘fresher floor next to her, the soft light reflecting off of scarred hollow cheeks and a hand that couldn’t stop twitching, the knuckles white from scar tissue and the fingers twisted and crooked. And she took a deep breath.

“Okay,” she said.

And she got up and left.

It only took a moment to fetch a plastoid cup from the cupboard in the kitchen, unbreakable when stuck between ‘fresher floors and shaking hands. Then she made her way back to her brother.

“Need help with this?” She asked, standing in the doorframe. He looked up at her again, mirroring the moment only minutes ago when Omega first found him. She filled the cup in the sink and took her place back at his side. He was warm, and she leaned in to his side. He let her. 

“No,” he answered. His voice was flat now. No venom in it, just tired.

She shrugged and handed him the half-full cup carefully, and he managed to grab it at least, but he couldn’t control his muscles enough to raise it without spilling everything down his stretched out t-shirt. 

“You’re a bad liar,” said Omega. 

Then she reached up, and carefully she helped him raise the cup to his lips and drink. He let her. Then they sat. Neither knew how long it had been, but eventually the bright Pabu sun began to reach its fingers through the window every so carefully, and Crosshair shifted his weight a bit as the soft light turned his hair from gray to a glowing white. 

“I’m…sorry,” He said, slowly. Clunky. Uncomfortable. 

Omega looked up at him, the cup still held in her hand, empty now. There were bags under his eyes, and she was sure she shared them, and for a moment the sun turned their hair the same color. Twins in the face of their trauma and tragedy. Twins in the face of dealing with it on their own, snapping at anyone who tried to comfort them, desperate to prove that they were fine, and that they would be fine without the help of anyone else. It ached, seeing her sadness reflected back at her in the lines of the face of one of the people she loved most in the world. She wondered if the next time she offered to help him, Crosshair would accept it. She wondered if she would. She didn’t know.

“Okay.” She said.

Then she let herself curl up into his shoulder, and let her eyes slip shut knowing that she would not dream of anything with her brother there to keep her safe. The last thing she felt was a hand in her hair, gently untangling it strand by strand.

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AND THEN CAME YOU ; ITOSHI RIN

-3.0k, kind of a repost but a heavily edited one, very slice of life ngl, they kiss (sorry), reader is sad in the beginning, oblivious idiots in love, bad teenage confessions, they're both too scared to confess and are idiots I'm sorry there's no gentler way of saying this, pls read I worked my ass off editing this shit:( REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE APPRECIATED!!

a/n: happy birthday rin you sweet sweet child, I love his emo ass sm he'd probably hate me but I have enough love for him for the two of us (ew, can't believe I said that)

Who knew that a boy you met on a rainy midsummer's evening could turn out to be such a vital part of your life?

A cool gentle breeze and a mildly chilly weather was not very common in the midsummer. But it had rained earlier. The atmosphere still had the lingering smell of wet soil brought about by the winds and the temperature drop was pleasant. You liked it. This felt good. It also distracted you from the lump that you felt in your throat and the tears that were threatening to fall down your now very glossy eyes. How long have you been sitting under a stray lamp post beside the children's park now? You had absolutely no clue and neither did you want to know. It was late at night and you knew the sane thing to do was go home, wash your face and go to bed. Call it a night maybe. But the body sometimes refuses to follow the mind. It just doesn't move when your much rational part asks it too. It stays rooted at the spot. Maybe it was one of those moments for you. You think at some point a stray calico cat came by and rubbed herself against your legs. That made you smile. Cats were good, they were sweet, they made you feel nice about yourself when they decided they liked you. But your sole companion of the night had also gone away and you were alone yet again.

That's when he came by.

You did not notice him at first. A stranger holding his bicycle, looking at you with his face contorted in pure confusion. Rin was just passing by when he saw you, sitting on the bench in all your sadness and melancholy, tears almost spilling out of your eyes, lips quivering. He could vaguely make out your hands clenching and unclenching inside your jacket pocket. He didn't know what to do. Should he just ignore you and let you be or ask you if you were fine. He decided on the latter. 

"Uhm, the weather forecast says it might rain tonight," he awkwardly let out the words to your idle figure.

You only turned your head at him slowly in return. You were kind of pretty he'd give you that.

You were puzzled as to why a random boy was suddenly telling you about the weather forecast, "huh?"

"The weather forecast. It might rain tonight. You better get to your home," he didn't understand what your deal was. Sitting all lonesome on a stray bench with no people around. It was unsafe too. Unless you were some sort of serial killer which was highly unlikely because what sort of serial killer looks like they're about to lose it all beside a random park late at night.

"Oh," you turned away and went back to your thinking or whatever it is that you were doing. Rin started regretting his decision of even bothering you in the first place. He should've just been on his way, letting you bask in your self pity. 

"Do you have an umbrella with you," you looked at him again before silently shaking your head.

He started to look for something inside his bag before pulling out an umbrella, "you can take this. My house isn't far from here, I'll reach in some but you can just keep it in case it rains. Uh also, you should get going as soon as you can, it can get pretty unsafe so late at night."

He waited for your reply but it never came. You just looked at him with the same wide eyes and quivering lips. So he nervously kept the umbrella beside you and walked away with his bicycle.

That was his mother's favorite umbrella that he gave away. He was gonna get it from her.

You stared at his disappearing figure. You saw as he turned the corner and finally went out of sight.

"What a kind soul," you thought to yourself and the tears finally fell.

It had been about a week since you last met the kind boy who gave you an umbrella. It indeed did rain and you ended up using it on your way home. It had been a week since you kept waiting at night to return him his umbrella but he never came. You were about to give up and just keep the umbrella till you decided to wait after school and see if he shows up.

And much to your luck, he did. He was on his bicycle, riding it as the wind ruffled his dark hair. His teal eyes were focussed on the road and he had a deadpan look on his face. You smiled wide at seeing him.

"Hey! Guy on the bicycle!" You screamed and waved your hands so he could notice you. He slowed down his bicycle until it came to a complete stop in front of you. It was the same location except now, the park was filled with little children's laughter from running about and playing and the buzzing of people's voices. There were birds chirping on the trees as the summer sun shone at a distance. You looked very different from the first time he saw you. A wide smile on your face with eyes almost in the shape of crescents as a result of your smile. Your hair was more put together and you were in a school uniform. He gathered you too, were a high school student.

"I'm y/n, hi, nice to meet you," you finally introduced yourself. Rin wasn't the kind of boy to think much about people's looks or about people at all. But something about you was so mesmerizing to his eyes. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous, something he didn't really notice the first time he saw you.

"Yea uh I'm Itoshi Rin," he looked at your outstretched hand before slowly accepting your handshake. He took his hand away from yours as soon as he finished giving it a polite shake.

"I am the person you gave your umbrella to last week, if you don't remember me. I just wanted to return it to you and thank you for helping me," your wide smile now turned into a polite one as you took out the umbrella from your backpack and handed it to him.

Rin blinked at it twice because he never did think he'd get his mother's favorite umbrella back or see you again for that matter. But he did and you seemed better than before and he was glad you looked good.

"Well then. Thanks again. I'll get going. Have a great day," you waved at him as you turned around.

Rin didn't know what exactly came over him. He just felt this sudden boost of confidence as he saw your figure walk away from him. He did not want you to go. A sudden vile feeling rose in him as the realisation dawned that if you left he would probably never get to see you again. So with his heart almost jumping out of his ribcage, he uttered the words that he almost stumbled over, "let me walk you to your home."

And even though your eyes were as big as saucers the moment he said those words, you couldn't be happier that Itoshi Rin decided to walk you home because something in you too, said that having him as a friend would be good.

Rin and your friendship started with awkward hellos and hi's and silent walks to the school. Turns out you lived close by and your school too, fell on the way to his. So each day he would walk you to your school and back home.

Eventually, what started as an awkward interaction turned into excited rants from you about books that you've read and movies that you had seen. Rin listened. Rin always listened. Sometimes he'd talk about the horror movies he'd liked and the mangas stored in his bookshelf.

Walks to school and back home turned into weekly hangouts after school. Sometimes at your house and sometimes at his. You learnt Rin loved soccer and he learnt you were not much into sports. He had gasped in disbelief because, truly, how can someone not be into sports? He was forced to watch the notebook with you and you were forced to watch Insidious with him. By now both of your parents had come to know of your new friendship. Rin's mother loved you and your mother always saved extra cookies for Rin when she baked. Summer slowly faded into autumn and the leaves outside turned crisp and brown and Rin would never let you see the faint smile that adorned his face when you so joyfully stepped on the crunchy leaves. With autumn came the realization that you had fallen for Rin. And unbeknownst to you Rin had slowly fallen for you too. If he thought you were pretty when you cried, he thought you looked absolutely stunning when you were laughing. Yes, even when the laughs were followed by snorts.

Rin realized he might have fallen in love with you and that terrified him because Rin did not do love. Rin did not know how to love. He never gave two thoughts to a relationship but with you, he was willing to do so. It was all so new for him, the feelings were so new that it terrified him. He was too scared to tell you.

"Mama bear says a very happy birthday dear Rin, and she sends some of this homemade, special chocolate cake to you," was the first thing Rin heard from you as he opened his door and you let yourself in.

"Mama bear? Seriously? And you won't say happy birthday to me?" Rin narrowed his eyes at you as he shut the door and followed your figure towards the kitchen.

"Shut up, I wished you at exactly twelve in the midnight. I have receipts too. My call history also has your name. Now, do you want the cake or not Mr. Itoshi?" You took out a knife from his kitchen drawer and pointed it at him.

"Can't say no to that," he opened the package to find 8 slices of beautifully decorated chocolate cake.

"I'll take one!" You were about to pick a slice when he swatted your hand away.

"Your mom has already fed you with them. These are mine. Back off," he took a slice and closed the package.

"Rinnie-" you whined.

"Do not call me that. Ever," he pointed at you before taking a bite from his cake. Your mother baked heavenly delights, he thought. The cake was so freaking delicious. He felt like he just entered the realms of God for a moment when it almost melted in his mouth.

"But rinnie-" you saw him eat the cake, savoring each bite.

"Shush,"

"Why are you so mean? Just let me have a piece please. She did not let me eat much of the cake and there's not much left at home either. Just one bite please I-" you found yourself shutting up as Rin shoved the last bite of the cake into your mouth.

"That will shut you up," and it did. Your mother was the best baker in town and no one could argue with that fact.

You spent the rest of the day at Rin's house with him forcefully making you watch midsommar this time. You loved spending time with Rin. While Rin was so immersed in movies, you were immersed in his face. He looked so pretty focussed.

"What?" He turned around to look at you.

"What?" You asked confused.

"You said I look pretty when I'm focussed?"

"Oh I said that out loud?" You giggle to yourself. "But yes. You do look pretty when you're focussed."

"You're pretty too I guess," you laughed at how he grumbled those words out. 

“Hey Rin,” you called out his name and he hummed in reply, face not moving from the screen. “Happy birthday. I'm glad to have met you, you know.”

A pink hue covered Rin’s face slowly as you played with his hair. You had never seen Rin blush before and you were absolutely savouring the moment. He looked beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Shut up and watch the movie,” he muttered under his breath as he unconsciously leaned in on your hand. Your smile widened at his actions.

"Some girl confessed to me today," Rin scoffed when he picked you up from your school gate.

You could almost hear the little crack of your heart the moment Rin had said those words. You were too big of an idiot to not confess and now, someone else was doing it in your place.

"Oh? What did you say," you gulped as you feared his answer. 

"No, obviously. What makes you think I'll say yes?" He shook his head as you both walked down the hill. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Well, why not?"

"I...kind of already like someone," Rin blushed and the crack in your heart increased. How much more till he completely breaks your heart?

"Oh."

"Yea."

The rest of the walk back home was excruciatingly quiet and awkward. You did not know how to act around Rin, you wanted to be far away from him. As far as possible.

"Who..who is this person you like?" Something in your voice seemed sad and bitter. There was a tint of jealousy which didn't go unnoticed by Rin. He was observant, he was oh so observant.

"Uhm a very close friend," you nodded your head silently at his words. You had so many questions. When had he met them? How long had they been 'friends?' Was he closer to them than he is to you?

"They're sweet and really nice. Kind too. Always there for me when I need them and I think I just really like this person you know," You looked at Rin to see him smiling so fondly. You internally begged him to stop as he went on about how genuinely good this person was. He did it. He broke your heart unknowingly. You realised you should have never asked about this person, that way you would be saved.

You were glad as you saw your house in the distance. Quickly waving Rin a goodbye, telling him you had a huge amount of homework to complete, you ran off towards your house. You'd distance yourself from him, you thought. Just stop talking to him for some time till these silly feelings go away.

Rin could only stand there under the orange sky of the evening as he saw you go nearer to your house and then it hit him. You thought he was talking about an entirely different person. You definitely did not get that he was talking about you. And with how weird you were acting there might have been a slight chance that you liked him back. Rin sucked at love and he sucked at declarations of love too. He had probably messed up what you both had by directly not telling you that he harboured feelings for you.

"Shit!" He ran after you as you entered your main gate and within some seconds he was there, grabbing your wrist, panting slightly. You turned around to look at him and then at the place where his hand held yours.

"Rin...." You started, confused as to what was happening.

"It's you," he stated. God he sucked at confessions. He never confessed to anyone before and now he realised why the people in his school lost their minds over it. It was terrifying with how his heart was beating erratically in his chest, hands shaking slowly.

"What? Are you okay? You seem a bit out of place," Your voice was lost. What was he speaking about? You genuinely didn't know if he was okay.

"God damn it, it's you I like!" There it was, laid out in the open for you. 

Your eyes were about to pop out of your socket because did you even hear that right? Itoshi Rin liked you? You were the person he was so fondly talking about? There were so many questions waiting to burst out of your throat.

"You like me?" You asked.

"I do,"

"You're not joking?"

"Absolutely not,"

"Rin, I swear to god if this is some kind of sick joke I will-" and he cut you off.

He cut you off by pulling you in and crashing his lips against your. You reciprocated immediately because this is exactly what you dream about. You felt his hands on your waist trailing there as you held his face. It was no way a gentle kiss, in fact it was rough, clearly a kiss between two very inexperienced teenagers. You separated for breath before you chased for his lips once more. You kissed him more gently now, relishing in the taste of mint that he had taken earlier. His lips were slightly chapped but they were nonetheless heaven to you. His cologne took over your nostrils and you couldn't quite believe that all of this was happening.

"Fuck," you pulled away as you were out of breath. This felt like a fever dream.

"Fuck indeed," and all he could do was smile after that kiss. It was his first with you. It was all he hoped for.

You both started laughing at god knows what. Maybe it was the fact that you both were two oblivious idiots or the fact that what you craved for for the longest time had taken place finally. Rin was holding his knees and you were holding your tummy. You turned to look at him, he was so beautiful, you thought. He was so beautiful and he loved you. Your laughter ceased into a smile. So genuine and full of love for him.

"What?" He looked at reciprocating the look you donned.

"Nothing."

You met Itoshi Rin on a rainy midsummer’s night and fell for him on a cool autumn’s day. Who would have thought that a boy who met you at one of your lowest points would lighten up your life in such a way? But this was real, Rin was real and the love you held for each other was also real. At the end of the day, this was Rin, your Rin. This was love.

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jesus christ why has ruslitblr infected your inbox. people who describe raskolnikov as 'sad wet cat' scare me so bad because he's honestly more like patrick bateman or something. he kills a woman for no reason because he thinks he's a special category of person like napoleon and then has a breakdown for 500 pages because he realizes he's capable of cowardice. he doesn't even really feel remorse but he's just upset that he couldn't kill without getting scared. whole book is written to emphasize christian morality and whatever weird russian bigotries fyodor dostoyevsky had. it's good but there is a very specific subset of tumblr users who uwufy it and it's really frightening how badly they misunderstood the book

i honestly thought they were joking but its good to know even russian literature fans get into arguments about woobification lmao

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hi um do yuo mind if i can yap about butter a little bit. i get a little nervy whenever i talk too much but like... yeah whatever this is copied from a doc so ignore the walls of text

he's a transgender man who likes any pronouns but prefers going by he/it the most. he's unlabelled but really likes men. like, a lot.

actually used to be a lab experiment which is how it got all the ungulate traits; he has a mix of goat and cow DNA. he's extremely hyperfixated on science and biology to a worrying degree… he knows waaaayyyyy too much about anatomy, bones, blood vessel placements, body humors, and which organs someone could survive without. definitely thinks that re-animator and the human centipede are works of art. it would lobotomize someone for half a can of sprite.

EXTREMELY FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD HE HAS 2000 THINGS WRONG WITH HIM! borderline unsettling and probably straight up weird. freakiest freak you'll ever freak with. he probably has like undiagnosed autism, psychotic depression, bpd and ocd but we don't need to worry about that.do not be in the same room as him he will either spent the next 3 hours yapping about trepanation or just straight up try to experiment on you for science.

covered literally head-to-toe with scars—self-inflicted or otherwise. wears all those layers because he's scared of showing them off, so it gets really overheated all the time.

lowkey the winner of the blunt rotation ngl. it could smoke an entire joint or maybe five and still be semi-conscious enough after the fact. it’d fuck him up though.

really blind without his glasses he turns into velma without them. super sensitive to light but can see surprisingly well in complete darkness. its eyes are reflective like a kitty cat. they probably dilate when he's happyhappy or super-duper interested in someting…

he's super autistic about, like, a lotta thangs. here's just a short list: anatomy, vulture culture, bugs, cults, chemistry, horror films, true crime, anatomy, bones, cats, psychology, and anatomy.

its really good at baking :3 he likes to make brownies, cookies, and cupcakes.

quite literally never takes care of himself yet somehow his hair is constantly in flawless condition and very soft (smells like freshly baked bread and butter:))—he spends fifteen minutes styling it every morning and will have earthbread's most explosive crash-out if his hair gets fucked up. it neglects its personal hygiene a lot because he gets way too absorbed in its interests and/or work. also he doesn't wear any makeup, his eyelashes just do that.

doesn't really value having friends or colleagues but when he does he gets way too attached to them. like, to an extremely obsessive and honestly clingy degree. at one moment he's such a little creature and niceys and the next moment he's giving you the cold shoulder again like a little dick (like me fr…:sad:)

gives little head bumps to show affection to others like a cat but would probably stab them by accident with his big horns. he really likes head pets, but don't tell it i said that he's too embarrassed to admit it.

talks big shit but insult him once and his ego shatters so quickly. transforms him into a pathetic shaking little wet cat.he really craves validation no matter how cold he comes across.

one section of its tail is super bandaged up because it picks at the skin or bites it as a stim.

favourite music genre is rock and heavy metal because it somehow keeps him focused; it's ironic because he also will get seriously overstimulated from any sort of loud noise (big ear woes :sadface:) it also listens to xtratuna music sososo much and would probably play an under’s tale at the function to piss people off.

he made the mimic btw

ALL PEAK . ALL PEAK . it and minty are bumping heads and hissing at eachother like cats btw #1 oppositions over here . also I hope you know the last sentence sent me flying like a throw back attack